It started like this… About a month before Christmas, I was sitting at the lunch table with my coworkers reading Sunset Magazine. We are lucky enough to have Sunset at the lunch table because one of my coworkers brings them in when she is done with them at home – although they are sometimes missing the good recipes… This particular issue contained a picture that piqued my interest – a felted owl!
If you have seen some of my previous posts, I have a bit of an obsession with owls, and also lately, felted things. For those of you who don’t know what felting is, this is my completely uneducated description. You take wool, shape it into the shape that you want, and then you stab it precisely 10 million times with a barbed needle to compress the wool and get it to take on the shape you want. You might think that stabbing it 10 million times might make it fall to pieces, but the barbed needle gets the outer layers of wool to mix together with the inner layers of wool and become very strong. Ok, I imagine that was not really a helpful description at all. But have no fear, you will eventually get it… I’m sure. And if you don’t, well, you probably don’t care anyway.
So anyway, I apparently obsessed over the little owl in the magazine enough that my coworkers decided to get me one of the owl kits for Christmas! And each of my coworkers also got a kit, and there was talk of having a felting party! Which I hosted on Wednesday. We all got together for appetizers and drinks and everybody brought their kits. There was only one rule. You couldn’t get a head start. We were all supposed to be in this together!
To be honest, felting is really like playing with a voodoo doll while strung out on meth (not that I have any firsthand experience with either). You stab that sucker over and over and over again! So we all shared who we were imagining on the end of our needle… I’m never telling… We chatted and laughed and obsessed over whether our blobs of wool were ever going to look like the picture on the box. One of my co-workers got a lot of grief for starting early… or in other words, she cheated! She shaped the body over the weekend! She was feeling guilty until my other co-worker admitted to watching a video about needle felting beforehand… And on occasion, you heard “ouch!” when one of us stabbed a finger. I don’t think anybody drew blood though!
But eventually they started to take shape! And my owl was born!
We are having another felting party next month to finish our kits – I just have the little spots on the belly to do, and I was going to be adventurous and add some little feet, even though feet are an add-on!
And no, it isn’t just an excuse to get together and drink! What do you take me for – a wine lush?